Stuck in my head
Wednesday, March 31st, 2004Princess by the South Park guys. Requires Flash.
Princess by the South Park guys. Requires Flash.
I love reading Missed Connections. They’re always so lame and desperate. “You threw your cigarette butt at me. It was love. Write? Please?!”
I just wrote “DONE” next to every entry in my todo list. This is a weird sensation. Too bad it’s too fucking rainy to enjoy my “virtual day off.”
I’ve been reading Gizmodo on and off for a year. Recently they fired their writer and got a new one, and the new guy is so fucking funny. He’s redefined the experience of browsing that site. Read it.
On April 21 I will dump Verizon. I want to go GSM for the phone selection and I’m leaning toward T-Mobile. Review your mobile carrier in the comments section.
Why is it that it’s impossible to hold on to money? Even grocery shopping is such a fucking rip.
Why isn’t Ebaying your house as popular as Ebaying your car? Or Ebaying your apartment for that matter.
Art is powerful and meaningful.
It was only a matter of time before he lost it on air. Dennis Miller falls apart in an interview. Anyone have video?
Update: Video. Boring.
Spy shots of the new Danger Hiptop got leaked somehow. It looks nice; much more attractive than the current bulky and cheap looking device. Hopefully it will be smaller because between my penis and my keys I don’t have much room in my jeans (or high-cut sport briefs as the case may be).